Apparently just one, who finally reads the directions. The other 4 non-engineer men where just there to snark at him. Of course, as payback for my snark, I had to put the lights on the tree myself.
Which is fine, really. That’s how Christmas should be, after all. Time with friends and family, and time alone. Or at least, that’s what I think.
Speaking of time alone, our church is sponsoring a workshop called “Hope for the Holidays.” I’ll have more on it in the next few days, but if you have someone who is grieving, then this might help. Stay tuned for more information. (I love saying that, like I’m all important or something.)